Imagine being one with the stars
One with the universe and beyond
I look above and I look below
Yet all I see is a grand hallow
The whispers come and go
Through my mind of a window
I leave the window slightly ajar
So that I may hear the stories from afar
I open my mouth to speak
Yet all I utter is a squeak
My existence could be that of a tree
Connected to all that is underneath
I live then I die then repeat
Born once again as a seed